The countdown begins...
Wow, packing stuff sucks.
Wait, let me introduce myself. My name is Chris (the aforementioned husband), and I, along with Marny, signed on for this ambitious adventure. Rather than repeat the same info that Marny has already shared, I thought I’d give you a little background on me.
I’ve been an Atlanta resident for almost 14 years. Not quite as long as Marny, but still quite a while. I moved here in 2005 from small town South Carolina, and I’ve lived in the American south for my entire life. That being said, I’ve never felt much of a connection to it. I’m not knocking those who do, but I’ve always wanted to try something else. And when this opportunity arose, it sounded like the perfect idea. We can’t legally move to Europe or beyond, but this was a legal way to try something truly different.
Well, not exactly perfect. As Marny said, we don’t have jobs yet, we don’t know anyone in Montreal, and our French skills are beginner at best. I’ve been practicing “désolé, mon francais n’est pas bon.” But, they have poutine (yum), friendly residents, great public transport, a European vibe, and most importantly, 70 degree summers. Yes, we know it’s gonna be insanely cold in the winter, but I’ve had enough of summers that feel like stepping into a sauna. Actually, it’s been that hot in Atlanta since the spring, but it’s fine, right?
Anyway, back to the packing stuff. We’ve been in full-on pack mode this week, and I’m not gonna lie - it’s exhausting. We thought we were somewhat minimalist, but as it turns out, we have a lot more crap than we thought. There have been several moments where I’ve been tempted to take it all and light it on fire in the driveway, but we don’t want to burn the house down before the sale closes. I got rid of my car a few days ago, so our garage has been converted in a box storage facility. Fun times.
In the final few days before the movers come, we have a hell of a lot to do. They'll be here a week from now. It’s hard to even think past today, but we’ll make it. I’m mostly trying to not think about the almost 20 hour drive there with our cat, Natasha, in tow. I hope she likes podcasts.